I want to step out,
I want to preach,
I don’t want this game no more.
I want to draw, draw, draw,
I want to paint, paint, paint,
I want to sing and dance,
Til’ my heart skip abeat.
Where am I?
Who am I?
Am I peeking or peak-ing?
When I love I am there,
When I close my eyes,
I am there…
Removing masks after masks,
Removing glass after glass,
Arising,
Going down and up again…
It is okay,
Cos’ I am here.
-SL. 16.01.13-
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